A message left..
"Hey. Wally. I'm calling to collect on that dinner. I need to talk. With you. I think you'll... I think you'll ... I think you'll understand."
Well. That message isn't as sexy as the last one she left him but she actually got up the nerve to call him. She's now gone back to staying curled up in bed. It is cold out there, out there being any of the world which is not currently beneath her blanket. Her head is on her pillow and she's feeling amazingly lazy right now.
It is starting to burn at her. Right now she's going between bouts of hyper activity spurred on by needed to stop thinking about everything and this, what she's doing now. She doesn't want to leave her room. She wants to stay hidden here, trying to put her brain back together, to make all the pieces fit again.
Well. That message isn't as sexy as the last one she left him but she actually got up the nerve to call him. She's now gone back to staying curled up in bed. It is cold out there, out there being any of the world which is not currently beneath her blanket. Her head is on her pillow and she's feeling amazingly lazy right now.
It is starting to burn at her. Right now she's going between bouts of hyper activity spurred on by needed to stop thinking about everything and this, what she's doing now. She doesn't want to leave her room. She wants to stay hidden here, trying to put her brain back together, to make all the pieces fit again.